Oct 2016
Brake-clutch-shift
Glance at the clock
It must be about... half-past-an *******
as I sit in traffic, idling, wondering
Glance at the clock
Could this be hell?
98 degrees, sure humid enough
and will this guy ever signal a turn
or find the gas pedal?!
No, of course not
His job in damnation is to torture
the sucker stuck behind--
--his cardiac appointment
his destiny at the grocery store
Half hour early
just to wait in line
to pick up prescriptions
to punch the clock at The Pearly Gates
He's out and about in his Ford Taurus
ridin' the brakes
touring the streets in sunglasses with blinders
“No Effn' blinker, Pops!?”
Twenty miles per hour
just inside the lines of
Turning me into the animal I am
in the depths
Glance at the clock
It must be about... half-past-an *******
as I sit in traffic, idling, wondering
Glance at the clock
Could this be hell?
98 degrees, sure humid enough
and will this guy ever signal a turn
or find the gas pedal?!
No, of course not
His job in damnation is to torture
the sucker stuck behind--
--his cardiac appointment
his destiny at the grocery store
Half hour early
just to wait in line
to pick up prescriptions
to punch the clock at The Pearly Gates
He's out and about in his Ford Taurus
ridin' the brakes
touring the streets in sunglasses with blinders
“No Effn' blinker, Pops!?”
Twenty miles per hour
just inside the lines of
Turning me into the animal I am
in the depths
I will pay for this. Yup. I know it's a snarky change of pace, and I really can't dislike old people-- being as how I'm getting to be one. But, when does a person stop knowing how to drive?
